Christmas break is over back to work writing this story. I would like to have a moment of silence for the Connecticut shooting at sandy hook elementary.... ... Thank you. :3

1.) Cryle (No surprise)

2.) Style

3.) K2

4.) Dyle

5.)Kyman

6.) Kystophe

I'm watching south park and can't help but laugh and try to relate it with my story.

Kyle's POV:

I heard a gun shot and whipped my head to the sound. Christophe jumped and grabbed a pistol. He looked at me with wild eyes untieing my bounds.

"Ztay zere ma chérie ZI zon't want zou to zet hurt." He said with his thick husky accent. I nodded watching the brunette leave. I grabbed my hat and walked into a closet. I held my breath waiting for the handsome french man to return. I felt a hand clasp my mouth. I screamed against the freezing hand as the person pushed me out of the closet. I turned around seeing his red eyes bore into mine. I smiled and ran to hug him. He staggered a bit surprised but soon wrapped his cold arms around me pulling me close.

"Damien how did you get here?" I asked looking up into his eyes again. He was breathing heavily holding his arm tightly. I looked at his arm seeing a thick red liquid stain his black shirt also his pale hands which were dripping in a red black blood. I gasped and ran up to him trying to get a better look at his wound.

"What happened?" I asked lifting up his shirt and throwing it aside. I heard my breath catch as I saw a deep cut on his left arm.

"Bullet grazed me..." He answered breathing heavily. I gasped and tied his shirt tight on the wound. I saw him wince and loosened up a bit. I leaned forward and pressed my head against his freezing chest. His breathing slowed and I looked at his face. His eyes were shutting slowly. I yelled and pounded his chest.

"Open your eyes damn it! OPEN YOUR EYES DAMIEN!" I screamed pounding harder. His eyes were shut but he mumbled that he would be alright. I looked around trying to think of something to do. My eyes fell upon his lips and I touched my lips knowing he had the kiss of death. I swallowed my fear and got close to him softly pressing my lips against his. In a rush I saw blackness. Then I couldn't think at all.

Damien's POV:

I woke up with the red head in my arms. His eyes were shut and at first I thought he was sleeping. But I could no longer feel any pain in my left arm. I toke off my shirt tied around my wound. It reveled smooth pale skin. Not even a scar. My eyes widened as I shook Kyle praying he wasn't dead. Praying I didn't steal his life. I pressed my ear to his neck and sighed in relief he was breathing. But his breathing was way to faint. I picked him up carefully and layed him on a metal bed.

"I promise I will take you away from this. I promise." I said knowing I was far to weak to transport anywhere. I placed my hand over his heart and used up all my energy and powers to heal him. I stumbled out the window careful to land on my feet. I looked back one last time hoping Kyle can take care of himself. I pressed my lips together feeling tears well up in my eyes. I wiped my eyes looking at the tears. Black tears. Of course. I wasn't human. I need to leave. Before Kyle gets hurt worse than he already is.

Christophe's POV:

I ran down stairs only to see all of my men dead. Everyone of them were bleeding heavily. I felt my knees buckle under me and I fell to the ground in defeat.

"Game over." I heard someone say. I turned around to see Stan. Kyle's best friend. He had a gun pressed against my temple. I put up my hands in defeat and turned around.

"Zou got me." I whispered I saw the other boys run past me running up to the room I had Kyle in. "Je me suis trompé. Retenant mon cher Kyle contre sa volonté. Je l'aime, et j'ai fait un travail terrible de le montrer. Je ne mérite pas de vivre. S'il vous plaît prendre ma vie. Mais dites-Kyle, mon chéri, que je me trompais et que je suis désolé." Stan looked confused and pressed the gun to my head harder.

"What the hell does that mean?" He snarled looking at me in disgust. I sighed.

"I was wrong. Holding my dear Kyle against his will. I love him, and I did a terrible job showing it. I don't deserve to live. Please take my life. But tell Kyle, My darling, that I was wrong and that i'm sorry." I said using my best English and talking slow. Stan nodded and with one swift motion he slammed his pistal against my head knocking me out.

Craig's POV:

I ran upstairs to find Kyle laying on a bed. He looked like he was sleeping and I was happy to know he was breathing. I smiled and rushed to his side holding his hand. My smiled disappeared when Cartman and Kenny rushed to his side as well. Kenny carefully picked him up and motioned for us to leave.

"Kenny! Wait...where is Kyle going to stay with until he's strong enough to go back to his own house?" Kenny frowned and looked downstairs.

"I can't. My house isn't big enough for another person to care for and feed... and I don't feel comfortable with him staying with Stan or Cartman Craig can you look after him?" I asked Craig's face lit up and he nodded once trying to keep his cool.

"Yeah I can do that I'll just have to make sure Tweek doesn't come over." I said watching Kenny leave with Cartman close behind.

"Oi! Why cant he stay with me?" Cartman complained. I smiled and was about to leave until I saw a camera on a nightstand. I carefully picked it up and moved through the pictures. They were all of Kyle. Naked pictures of him. He looked so frightenined I yelled and through the camera against the wall watching it crumble. Parts of the camera flying in all different directions. I grabbed my pistol and ran downstairs.

"WHERE IS HE?!" I yelled looking around frantically. "WHERE IS THAT FRENCH ASSHOLE?!" I screamed at Stan. Stan looked scared as he toke a step forward.

"Give me the pistol." He said extending his arm expecting me to give him the pistol. I started shaking pointing the gun at my head.

"WHERE THE FUCK HIS HE?! TELL ME OR I'LL SHOT MYSELF!" I screamed. Stan's eyes went wide as his eyes flickered to the closet. I ran over to the closet and started pounding on the door. "WHY IS IT LOCKED?!" I yelled pointing the gun at Stan. He walked forward holding a key in his hand.

"Tell me why your freaking out?" He asked trying to use a soft quiet voice.

"He hurt Kyle...HE PUNCTURED HIM! IT WAS FUCKING RHAPE!" I yelled feeling tears come in my eyes. "He hurt him Stan..."

OK Guys that's it. I'm so sorry for the late update... JUST FINSIHED NO.6 Any one watch anime? I highly recommend it!

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1.) Cryle

2.) Style

3.) K2

4.) Dyle

5.)Kyman

6.) Kystophe